Missed Opportunity
Have you ever had that movie moment with a complete stranger? You know, boy sees girl, girl sees boy, you know there's an instant connection.
So, I was at Wal-Mart (corporate evil) on Tchoup with Lindsay last night, and we're walking around the food section when I caught a glimpse of this really cute guy in a white Oxford shirt and khaki pants. Well, I continued on with my shopping. There is no need for melodrama in the Wal-Mart, I thought to myself.
Lindsay and I finished up our shopping, and headed over to the checkout line (one of 3 open, damnit), and resigned ourselves to a boring hour of standing and watching the lady in front of us count her change. Then, the cute guy walked up behind us and got in line. I smiled at him, he smiled at me. I got giddy with embarrassment. Lindsay and I had meaningless conversations about everything from studying methods, to biochemistry class, to what we bought, to how many pens Lindsay doesn't need. I knew he could hear all this, and it just embarrassed me more, but I tried to keep my cool.
So, this guy. Let's call him a Colin Farrell/ boy next door type. He's got to be between 23 and 25. He's a bit taller than me, dark brown hair, nice body beneath the obviously office clothing. So, I'm guessing he's not an undergrad. I was hoping maybe for a law student, but most students don't wear business attire to do their shopping, much less if they're buying bathroom rugs, garbage pails and the other accoutrement of just moving into a new apartment. However, he might be a student since his buying spree fits the university time schedule. Man, I have no idea, and I've got to stop theorizing.
Regardless, he's cute. I must have looked back at him 20 times as we were leaving the store.
Then, Lindsay and I lost her car. We quickly found it three rows over. As we were walking up to her car, guess who walked up to the car right next to us? Mr. Law school/boy next door/Farrell himself. He gave me a big smile, and then chuckled. I think my heart melted. It was honestly, directly out of a movie. I feel like music might have started playing soon: the overture, and then the big moment where the silence is broken.
But, there was no moment. I just kept smiling and staring like an idiot until it was time to leave. Then, I crumpled into Lindsay's car in shame for my inability to approach him and my conformity to a society that tells me that women should be silent and passive, and men should have all the power/action. I kick myself.
So, he drives an older model Mercedes with an Illinois license plate.
He has one of those pine tree air freshener hanging things on his rearview mirror.
Please, someone find him and tell him that he's perfect.
So, I was at Wal-Mart (corporate evil) on Tchoup with Lindsay last night, and we're walking around the food section when I caught a glimpse of this really cute guy in a white Oxford shirt and khaki pants. Well, I continued on with my shopping. There is no need for melodrama in the Wal-Mart, I thought to myself.
Lindsay and I finished up our shopping, and headed over to the checkout line (one of 3 open, damnit), and resigned ourselves to a boring hour of standing and watching the lady in front of us count her change. Then, the cute guy walked up behind us and got in line. I smiled at him, he smiled at me. I got giddy with embarrassment. Lindsay and I had meaningless conversations about everything from studying methods, to biochemistry class, to what we bought, to how many pens Lindsay doesn't need. I knew he could hear all this, and it just embarrassed me more, but I tried to keep my cool.
So, this guy. Let's call him a Colin Farrell/ boy next door type. He's got to be between 23 and 25. He's a bit taller than me, dark brown hair, nice body beneath the obviously office clothing. So, I'm guessing he's not an undergrad. I was hoping maybe for a law student, but most students don't wear business attire to do their shopping, much less if they're buying bathroom rugs, garbage pails and the other accoutrement of just moving into a new apartment. However, he might be a student since his buying spree fits the university time schedule. Man, I have no idea, and I've got to stop theorizing.
Regardless, he's cute. I must have looked back at him 20 times as we were leaving the store.
Then, Lindsay and I lost her car. We quickly found it three rows over. As we were walking up to her car, guess who walked up to the car right next to us? Mr. Law school/boy next door/Farrell himself. He gave me a big smile, and then chuckled. I think my heart melted. It was honestly, directly out of a movie. I feel like music might have started playing soon: the overture, and then the big moment where the silence is broken.
But, there was no moment. I just kept smiling and staring like an idiot until it was time to leave. Then, I crumpled into Lindsay's car in shame for my inability to approach him and my conformity to a society that tells me that women should be silent and passive, and men should have all the power/action. I kick myself.
So, he drives an older model Mercedes with an Illinois license plate.
He has one of those pine tree air freshener hanging things on his rearview mirror.
Please, someone find him and tell him that he's perfect.